Tantrik Boogie

I think I still remember when
I stopped believing life with men
Meant cars and cards and football stars
You played me your guitar
I still find you hypnotizing
With your diplomatic improvising
While your soothe skill orchestrates
The will of artists to create
Despite their contracts' armor plates
Your style doesn't fit the norm
And your average man is like a swarm
Of flies in the fields of sheep
Buzzing all around the heaps of dung
To take a stroll in and eat
A prophet in his own home
A man who let's his thoughts roam
A Tantrik from Tibet
Who hasn't learned quite yet
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